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Description
The words strewn across the screen
You make it seem
Dire, consequential.

No faulty mimic of pain or hurt
You alive aren't you?
Can it be that bad.

Hold yourself and look inside
You're alive
And though it seems pointless
You are alive

Would you throw away
You're own emotions
For a sense of being calm and rational

Or would you hold close and dear
What you know
What you hear

Just mouth the words
You love yourself
And though at first it seems a lie
There's no point
For you to die

Break it down
Beat it with a hammer
Hate it, scorn it
Mourn it
Deliver it to the devil yourself
And tell him to kiss your shoes

Tempt fate
When it's love
Tempt heaven
That you have on Earth
What you get from above

Keep it
Don't lament it
You're alive
You strive

Beat the curse
The wicked purse
Full of black lipstick
Quarters for sticks of death

No pain
No suffering
You're alive

Would you throw what you have
When all they have
Is what you don't want
While they push up daisies

Love
Pain
They go together like sick sisters

But no worries
You're alive
Kiss the sky
Make a promise
You'll never die

You're alive
Beating heart
Stay alive
Do your part

You'll find a reason
Space, comforting lucidity
Be calm
You're alive

Description
The words strewn across the screen
You make it seem
Dire, consequential.

No faulty mimic of pain or hurt
You alive aren't you?
Can it be that bad.

Hold yourself and look inside
You're alive
And though it seems pointless
You are alive

Would you throw away
You're own emotions
For a sense of being calm and rational

Or would you hold close and dear
What you know
What you hear

Just mouth the words
You love yourself
And though at first it seems a lie
There's no point
For you to die

Break it down
Beat it with a hammer
Hate it, scorn it
Mourn it
Deliver it to the devil yourself
And tell him to kiss your shoes

Tempt fate
When it's love
Tempt heaven
That you have on Earth
What you get from above

Keep it
Don't lament it
You're alive
You strive

Beat the curse
The wicked purse
Full of black lipstick
Quarters for sticks of death

No pain
No suffering
You're alive

Would you throw what you have
When all they have
Is what you don't want
While they push up daisies

Love
Pain
They go together like sick sisters

But no worries
You're alive
Kiss the sky
Make a promise
You'll never die

You're alive
Beating heart
Stay alive
Do your part

You'll find a reason
Space, comforting lucidity
Be calm
You're alive